Do you remember Mikey from the beginning of this journal? He recently got out of jail, and he took up residence with my friend Steve in a Chicago apartment.

They didn't get along well. With each other, or the third roomate, Dustin. Dustin moved out a week ago, and he took his TV with him. It was a giant monstrous thing, the biggest television I've ever seen in my life. It would probably make the Olson twins bigger than real life. Frightening.

Mike moved out this past weekend, while Steve was out drinking and partying with Traci. He stole Steve's stereo, his CDs, his bank and medical papers, and some diaries. He painted the walls up with gang tags and set fire to the posters on the wall, apparently in an attempt to burn the place down. The back door is loose on it's hinges and glass is shattered and strewn on the floor.

Steve is staying with me and the roomie for a little while. More on this story as it develops.